“Powerful!? That’s not what you say when the devil is powerful!”

Burkeso stared at the guy in front of him.

Karasim was a little frightened.

 The only fortunate thing is that the guy he fears is not Diavolo.

If Diavolo gets this fear, there will be some trouble.

The chance of Karasim being corrupted is very small, but if the worst happens, this monk will be more dangerous than the big rat in Hamelin.

 “Malthael is wisdom!”

Karasim roared like this, and the ancestors around him were stunned for a moment.

Everyone knows that Malthael is the Archangel of Wisdom, and no one among the ancestors calls Malthael the "Archangel of Death."

 After all, as an archangel, that guy is wisdom. If he were to describe it as death, he could only be the "angel of death."

 The "bigness" of archangels does not mean that they are more powerful than ordinary angels.

 But their nature is much broader!

The reason why Malthael is difficult to deal with is because some thoughts that can be classified as wisdom are known to him.

Just like all fearful thoughts cannot avoid Diavolo.

 “Will wisdom twist his little arm across my thigh? Shut up now!”

 The anger on Bulcaisel's body flashed away.

 Just a moment of display made Karasim calm down a little.

 Leiko stood a little further away and looked at Karasim's body.

The immortal Mr. Craig's consciousness has begun to awaken.

 The three-in-one soul is somewhat novel.

 Monks rarely reincarnate multiple times.

 They would make such a decision only if they still have a wish to fulfill when they realize that they are going to die.

 Every time you are reincarnated, you will forget part of your memories. It is enough to experience this experience once.

Burkeso's disdain is justified.

 Mathael got stronger, and he got stronger during this time.

 Fighting is not just about who is stronger on paper.

 “Ahem!”

A coughing sound came from Sonya's mouth.

 But it was soon replaced by the sound of heavy breathing.

 The physical injuries have recovered, which is even a blessing in disguise.

  After all, some things brought by the blood of the first ancestors have not left her mind.

 The blood will be drained, but the knowledge will not disappear.

“Now, congratulate me, Sonya.”

Burkeso said to Sonya.

At this time, he also stood up, and the two long knives on his body were still shining.

 “How much weaker have you become?”

Sanya finally straightened out her breath, felt the power in her body, looked at Bulcaisso and said.

 It’s no wonder she doesn’t care.

 “I’m the same as before.”

Burkeso said this with a twinkle in his eye.

Sanya was silent, and there was already some blood on her body.

 At least Sonya doesn’t look like a mummy now.

The somewhat hazy conversation between the two may seem outrageous, but in fact there is really nothing serious about it.

 “He is the Immortal King, Sonya.”

Leiko said with a smile in her voice.

 “Congratulations, but you did something wrong.”

Sanya looked into Bulkesso’s eyes and said this.

 “I told you, I have not become weaker, but have become stronger.”

Burkeso replied seriously.

 In order to prove his statement, his body released most of the anger, which made Sonya somewhat unable to bear it.

Sanya made a snort, her eyes filled with anger.

 Just what words should the saved person use to tell the person who saved him that he should not save him?

 So Sonya had nothing to say.

“Krashim, you should go to sleep now! This boy will become a monk! Isn’t it a balanced bloodline?”

Burkasso glanced at Karasim and became increasingly irritable.

 He doesn't want to discuss some messy things with Karashim now.

Today is, after all, a day worth celebrating, not a day of chaos and quarrels.

 “You’d better be ready, Bulcaisel.”

Karasim used Craig's body to finish the last sentence. This sentence was not very polite and had the condescension of an insider.

 But it was a good intention after all.

Sanya’s injuries can be considered completely recovered.

It’s just that it’s still not possible to directly join high-intensity battles in a short period of time.

 Just verbal guidance is enough.

With Qualkek's mountain-splitting ax becoming a legend in Sonya's hands, it's time for her to shoulder some responsibilities.

Sanya is also a restless person, and she will accomplish this great cause very well.

 …

 In the burning hell.

Baal was sitting on his throne, grinning as if he was giggling.

 There was finally some movement in the Burning Hell, and demons began to be born bit by bit.

　　It’s just that he now needs someone who can represent him in destroying the Demon God as his direct subordinate.

It is the usual style of the Hell Demon Kings to do everything by themselves, but the role of a mere commander is not suitable after all.

 “Hamelin?”

 Barr muttered quietly.

He frowned as he looked at the souls falling in like dumplings from the sky.

He doesn’t care whether there are more bad people or good people in the world.

 It’s just that the strength of these souls is a bit too low.

 Quantity can make up for quality only when the difference in quality cannot be too outrageous.

It’s not that the steamed buns can’t be smashed by rocks, it’s possible as long as they are dry enough.

But Baal had no idea how many ants could kill Diavolo.

 A good-looking Demon God of Destruction actually became confused after being warned once by a barbarian.

Barr shook his head fiercely, and then turned his attention to others.

 After all, what Baal experienced in the Burning Hell was similar to isolation. He couldn't do much every day, and he had long lost the so-called enrichment and gains.
Chapter completed!